Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.